Insight

Little angel of mine.
When will you arrive?
I keep hearing you are there.
I keep hoping you do care.
I am so lost in my own despair.
I cannot see my way clear.
Through the fog of my own mind.
The thoughts that keep me bound.
To the wheel of self defeat.
In true moments I see myself as I 
should be. 
As I was meant to be.
It makes me shy. 
It makes me want to cry.
Because he helped me to see
There is so much more to me.
I am not lost I am here to be found.
I am not avoiding.
I am deciding.
In the reluctance is my desire.
and I am learning to look higher.
To keep it real and firm.
To keep it in the boundaries of my 
decision.
To rely on NO one
To keep it between  God and me.
and that is the way it should be.,